Possum Passion

Okay, I finally got to sleep around 7AM (insomnia) and I'd no longer been asleep maybe 2 hours before some motherfucker rang the doorbell! I'll give you three guesses who it was: [1] Ed McMahon, [2] Peg Boggs, Avon lady or [3] A Jehovah's Witness. Yep, if you guessed #3, you guessed correctly. Argh! As I've blogged before, they seem to love me. However, I was very disturbed that today they didn't leave me my current issue of Awake! Magazine. Dang.

While I was asleep, I had the most fucked up dream. I was outside this house (supposedly where I lived) and couldn't get the people inside (whoever they were) to unlock the door. I was getting antsy because there was a black Astrovan (with completely blacked-out windows) in the driveway around the corner of the house, that had just pulled up and the driver had gotten out to open the garage door (there was a shadowy figure sitting in the passenger's seat) and I had to get inside the house before they saw me!

So, just like a scene out of Halloween, I'm desperately ringing the doorbell and trying to get someone to open the door for me and just as the person/people in the Astrovan were rounding the corner of the house, the door opened and I ran inside.

Once inside, there was a foyer with another door that lead into the house. I started to open that door when I noticed a possum dressed like Helen Slater from The Legend of Billie Jean. As I started to push him aside with my foot, he said "Is that how you treat someone who just let you in?" After the obligatory "You can talk?" we went on to discuss life and eventually fell in love.

I have no idea what brought this on, but it's obviously the product of a warped mind. Dream analysis, anyone?